Jill’s humans are in Spain and we’re dog sitting. Let me just start by saying that she is a wonderful dog.
- She heels on a leash.
- She never barks.
- And she enthusiastically shakes hands and spins on the spots for treats. (Cleaver girl.)
She is not, however, as innocent as she looks.
While I’ve only caught her on the couch once, the blond hairs and warm patch put a lie to her innocent “I’ve been in my basket all day” looks.
I’m on to you dog. Both humans in this house are brunettes.
I bet if she had thumbs she’d comb herself to eliminate the risk of furry evidence. (I can see her planning it now.)
PS. I just watched a documentary on guide dogs and apparently dogs, like humans, have a dominant hand…er, paw. Cool. For those wondering, Jill is left-pawed. (I totally tested her, and yes I do have too much time on my hands.)
I think I prefer dumb dogs. Dogs that barely know your gone and then when they realize you’re home get so excited they may run into a wall. Not that Jill isn’t lovely, but I can tell she’s thinking when I talk to her and even though she seems perfectly happy sleeping on her bed (and the couch) I can’t help but wonder if she gets bored and blames me. (I’ve been banned from giving her extra treats to make up for my guilty feelings.)
What if you found out your dog was smarter than you thought. Way smarter. Like has been barking out morse code messages for years and you just weren’t quite cleaver enough to get it. (It’s not that big of a stretch…Jill has creepily intelligent eyes and I couldn’t find my keys for like twenty minutes this morning. I swear, I put them right there.) Happy writing.